The Mountain of Ice and Fire

When Roose Bolton blew the horn for a full retreat, the five lines of the Northern army's left, center, and right flanks all collapsed.

Soldiers scattered and fled like ants from a disturbed nest.

Countless arrows rained down from the sky, pouring into the fleeing masses.

The entire battlefield saw the Northern battle lines shatter like glass under a hammer, with the fleeing soldiers scattering like shards.

A one-sided massacre began.

The Western army's right flank, arriving late, proved unstoppable. The main cavalry force launched a fierce charge, and the Western army's reserves and logistical troops were all thrown into the battle, leaving no one behind.

The right flank commanders, Earl Leo Lefford and Ser Adam Marbrand, led their iron cavalry to quickly break through all the enemy's left flank lines. They rapidly circled around, creating a torrent of iron hooves that encircled all the enemies who had not yet escaped, and commenced a massacre.

At this point, all formations began to disintegrate, with companies of a hundred men acting as independent units, chasing down fleeing enemies everywhere in the riverbeds, grasslands, hills, and forests.

The Mountain, leading the Clegane cavalry, broke through the battle formation and charged straight towards the hill on the right front, where a huge field tent stood, beneath which Earl Roose Bolton, the Northern army's commander-in-chief, stood under the terrifying flayed man banner.

By the time the Mountain charged up the hill, Roose Bolton had already fled far away on the other side, abandoning everything in the tent, not even having time to take the family banner.

The Mountain's warhorse swept past the great banner, and with a swing of his giant sword, a loud crack rang out as the flagpole was cut down and the banner fell.

"General, I request permission to pursue and capture Roose Bolton alive," Dunsan said, waving his long sword.

"We can't catch him. No one can catch Roose Bolton. Although he made a rapid night march, he also made plans for escape."

The brothers looked down the hill. Roose Bolton and his legion had already run far away.

"Brothers, rest here!" The Mountain ordered, "Plant our banner! Our mission is complete!"

Thus, the three-dog banner of House Clegane was planted in the Northern army commander-in-chief's encampment!

The Mountain tallied the results of the battle: They had captured Earl Cerwyn. Cerwyn Castle was very close to Winterfell, only half a day's ride away. This Earl Cerwyn was on very good terms with Eddard Stark.

They captured Willis Manderly, the eldest son of Earl Manderly of White Harbor. This fellow was the heir to House Manderly and carried significant weight.

They captured Hallion Karstark, the eldest son and heir of Earl Karstark. This was a fierce general, young with a full beard, who withstood three blows from the Mountain before being knocked away by the final strike. The Mountain casually cut off his warhorse's head.

Four Frey knights were also captured. The Mountain only recognized the Frey family's twin tower sigil and didn't know who these four fellows were. The weasel family had many descendants. The ninety-year-old Marquis Frey had married eight wives and fathered an army himself. His descendants numbered over a hundred, and Marquis Walder Frey himself couldn't distinguish between his many descendants, often confusing their names.

Harren Halewood was killed by the Mountain. According to the original world's trajectory, this would lead to Halewood being coveted and seized by Roose Bolton and his bastard son, Ramsay Snow. Halewood was very close to the Dreadfort.

The Mountain had already told Earl Halewood to dismount and surrender, but Halewood responded with a thrust of his spear. The Mountain had no choice but to cut the spear in half with his sword, then with another strike, sever Halewood's right arm, and with a final strike, slice the man and his warhorse into two pieces.

Earl Halewood was a good man, but this was the battlefield! Those who fight to the death—die!

The Clegane legion also captured a dozen knights and squires, and nearly a hundred Northern soldiers. However, the combined weight of these men did not equal that of Earl Cerwyn, Ser Willis Manderly, Hallion Karstark, and the four Frey knights. As for the knights and squires killed by the Clegane army, the number was several times greater.

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In the vast battlefield below the hill, Tyrion and Bronn searched for their mountain tribe subordinates among the piles of dead bodies.

Although Tyrion stayed as far back as possible, he still encountered attacks from scattered soldiers. Under Bronn's protection, he killed two men, and his right arm would have been chopped off if not for the armor's protection.

Scattered Northern soldiers roamed everywhere, and Bronn killed several who could no longer distinguish the direction of their escape.

In a pile of corpses, Ulf son of Umar lay in a pool of congealing blood, his right elbow and everything below it gone. A broken spear was stuck in his chest, and a dozen of his Moon Brothers lay dead beside him.

Ulf was completely dead. His severed right arm had taken away all of his blood and his last bit of life. His fine armor was shattered like paper, with terrible gaps everywhere.

Not far away, Shagga, covered in blood, leaned against a tree, his body full of arrows.

Tyrion and Bronn thought he was dead, but as the warhorse approached, Shagga opened his eyes and raised his blood-stained, heavy battle axe: "Is that you? Half-man, this time I want a whore and a case of wine."

"I promise you, Shagga!" Tyrion assured the tough man.

Bronn jumped off his horse and helped Shagga stand up. The giant, a head taller than Bronn, noticed that his body was full of arrows. He pulled them out one by one, lamenting that the arrows had pierced too many holes in his good armor and the leather underneath. Several arrows had penetrated his body, and pulling them out made him cry like a baby.

The little beauty Chella rode over from the front, followed by a group of Black Ears warriors, each covered in blood, looking like blood ghosts crawled out of hell.

Chella proudly showed Tyrion a string of ears she had cut off.

"Is Timett dead?" Tyrion asked.

"That guy is leading the Burned Men in front, stripping the dead of their armor, selecting weapons, and searching the dead's pockets for coins. The Burned Men have always been a greedy tribe, bah!"

The skinny Gunthor was not dead either. Tyrion found him in a pile of corpses, sleeping soundly. After examination, this fellow had miraculously only suffered minor injuries.

Tyrion ordered the surviving mountain men to take care of the dead, and sent Bronn to deal with the captured knights. He decided to go find his father. Some things had to be discussed, otherwise he would feel suffocated.

Duke Tywin sat by the river, drinking from a jeweled cup, while his servant unfastened the buckles of his armor.

"A beautiful victory," Ser Kevan shouted when he saw Tyrion, his tone full of pride and joy. "Tyrion, your savages fought well. We underestimated them. Who would have thought that even the Northern regular army couldn't stop their attack."

"Uncle, if they had been given full armor, helmets, and weapons beforehand, I believe they would have fought even better. Now only half of the three thousand men are left. Father, are you disappointed? We were supposed to be slaughtered, weren't we? My dear father."

Duke Tywin's face was expressionless. "Yes, I placed the undisciplined troops on the left flank, expecting them to collapse. I originally hoped that the collapse of the left army would lure the enemy to advance with all their might, and then we would encircle them from the flanks. Once they were trapped, our right flank and center army would turn to attack their flanks, forcing the enemy into the river."

"You threw me into this massacre, but you wouldn't tell me the plan."

"The feigned attack would not have been convincing, and I could not reveal the plan to someone who consorted with mercenaries and barbarians."

"It's a pity my barbarians ruined your good mood." Tyrion took off his steel gauntlet and threw it forcefully into the river. His injured right arm throbbed with pain because of the exertion, causing him to frown. Tyrion would not cry out in pain in front of his father.

"Father, I heard that Jaime was captured by the Young Wolf, is that true!"

Tyrion had left the banquet early last night and had not heard the news revealed by the witch later.

"Yes!"

"Hehe, I remember you once said that the Young Wolf was vulnerable and would be scared away by the sight of our military might." Tyrion showed a gloating expression. "Tsk, it's just a pity for my brave and fearless brother. So, what do you plan to do to get Jaime back now!"

Tywin ignored Tyrion's sarcasm and mockery: "Forced march, we will rush back to Riverrun and fight the Young Wolf."

"Hehe, by the time you struggle to get to Riverrun, the Young Wolf will definitely be gone. He won't wait for you to slaughter him."

"I think we should immediately send ravens to have Earl Stafford Lannister, who is stationed behind, recruit new soldiers in Casterly Rock and train them. In case the Young Wolf crosses the Golden Tooth, these new soldiers can defend Casterly Rock." A booming voice came from behind—the Mountain!

Stafford Lannister was a collateral branch of the Lannister family. His sister Joanna Lannister married her cousin Tywin Lannister. Joanna was beautiful, virtuous, and unparalleled in the Seven Kingdoms, and was deeply loved by Tywin. She was the mother of the Imp and died on the day she gave birth to the Imp. From that day on, Tywin never smiled again.

"Mountain, how many of your soldiers were lost?"

"More than two hundred soldiers died, and even more were injured. I need to replenish my manpower."

"What about the generals?"

"Except for Anguy and Julie, who were not injured, all the other generals and centurions were injured."

"Would you dare to use Northern prisoners as your soldiers?"

"I dare!"

"Good, we captured four thousand Northern soldiers. You can decide how many Northerners you can control and use for your purposes, without them betraying you. There are tens of thousands of weapons, armor, and helmets captured this time, I will reward you with a thousand sets, you can go and pick the best."

"I want the Northern prisoners, but I also want the mountain men. I just went to see, they still have nearly one thousand five hundred combatants. With training, these one thousand five hundred men will be stronger than they are now."

"I agree."

"But I don't agree." Tyrion's one green and one black eye stared at the Mountain.

The atmosphere suddenly became stiff.

Tyrion was serious this time, and he wanted to argue on principle. He feared his father, but this time, his father's open admission of treating him as cannon fodder stimulated him, causing all the scales on his body to stand up.

"Simple, Imp," the Mountain said contemptuously, "There are five mountain tribes, everyone competes on their own merits. Let them choose for themselves who they follow."

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